Chapter 24

It was a quarter to four on a Monday afternoon, and the entire staff of the executive department, excluding Amaya, seemed to be abuzz with excitement. As Amaya walked back from a meeting with the HR representative, she could see make-up, slyly in some cases and blatantly in others, being applied at desks, and the general office area reeked of a clash of newly sprayed perfume. "What the hell is going on?" Even the guys were at it—appearing from the men’s room with a generous dash of newly applied hair product and a glint in their eyes as the end of the workday approached.

It was just Monday night, and it seemed everyone had plans.

Everyone except Amaya.

Well, she wasn't expecting anything, though, and curiosity might then actually kill the cat.

She’d be lucky if she was out of here by seven, and she had to be back here by six the next morning to meet with Chase and then fly up for a ten-thirty a.m. meeting in London.

—and she had been in her dream job for almost a month now. And though